On a crimson bench I long sat,
eyes yonder on things past.
Remembering…tender feelings.
.
Oh fairest maid! Oh Daffodil!
She, with the hair as black as night
and cheeks softly tinged with rosy light.
How fair, how exquisite is thy face!
Innocent and pure,
so noble in nature.
Oh how my heart delights in thine!
Alas!
Our hearts not meant.
We parted ways,
our love was spent.
